Rain Rain Go, Sam Ferris
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"It was a deluge of biblical proportions, a torrential assault on the unsuspecting metropolis. The skies over Sydney had cracked open, and the unrelenting rain showed no mercy. I can’t look away. Each raindrop is a punctuation mark in a narrative written by a celestial typewriter gone haywire, and the people of Sydney are characters in a story told in liquid ink.
The photographer in me relished this wet dreamland, finding beauty in the absurdity of it all. Darting across George street, drenched to the core, I documented the surreal scenes. For three months, Sydney experienced this: a “once in one-hundred year weather event”. It nearly killed my camera." (Words by Sam Ferris)
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"It was a deluge of biblical proportions, a torrential assault on the unsuspecting metropolis. The skies over Sydney had cracked open, and the unrelenting rain showed no mercy. I can’t look away. Each raindrop is a punctuation mark in a narrative written by a celestial typewriter gone haywire, and the people of Sydney are characters in a story told in liquid ink.
The photographer in me relished this wet dreamland, finding beauty in the absurdity of it all. Darting across George street, drenched to the core, I documented the surreal scenes. For three months, Sydney experienced this: a “once in one-hundred year weather event”. It nearly killed my camera." (Words by Sam Ferris)
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